done, done, done

I was thinking how great it is having my manuscript done, but then I know the feeling won't last long. There are surely errors. I will inevitably want to make changes somewhere along the way.
Truthfully, it won't be done, done until April or May, but I am at a stopping point.

It does make me wonder though, how many endings are actually only beginnings? I bet its a number far greater than we would suspect. And can anyone ever really, truly be done with anything. Finished yes, but Done? Never to return to?

Well, there is over doing as well. For the sake of not becoming a burnt chicken, I'm done pondering for the moment.